It was as though he had been sitting there and then suddenly vanished halfway through.
Unease finally pushed her to open the door and step inside.
Through the red gauze, she could see Yue Mingxuan sitting cross-legged on the bed.
The beginning of martial cultivation was always the hardest.
There was a sense of groping blindly for a key point and once begun, it was nearly impossible to stop midway.
One could only wait until the internal energy was exhausted, then awaken utterly drained or else fall into a deathlike slumber.
Yin Su did not know whether Yue Mingxuan would end the same way.
But he did not move at all.
He sat there as still as if he had fallen asleep.
Yin Su quietly pulled over a chair and sat near the doorway, she propping her head against her hand as she watched.
The breeze from the window stirred the thin red gauze.
From this angle, she could almost see the beads of sweat gathered on Yue Mingxuan's forehead.
